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She Doesn't Understand |
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Elizabeth
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*Please note: this is not a poem about teen life. It can be taken that way, but I did not have a teen situation in mind when I wrote this. Young people are not the only misunderstood ones out there.* Why do you treat the others so? A reason she can't see. Every one of us is different, Why can't you just let them be? If you look a little closer You'll find things you haven't known. Dark secrets they keep to themselves, Revealed while they're alone. If you try a little harder You'll find the answer to your "why?" Just look beyond the shroud of pain Hidden from the naked eye. She doesn't understand How you could act so mean Their pain is not so obvious But if you look, it can be seen. Why can't you see that others Have feelings that hurt, too? And maybe those other people Can feel just as scared as you. All of the above she knows And you still have this to learn. It seems that all that you can do Is make their fires of hurt burn. You see what's on the surface But you do not see inside. You won't look any closer And cannot even say you've tried. Because of this she hurts so badly And a reason she can't see In your actions to the others Who are different than you might be. *I am the "she" in this poem. It is not what you may think-if you would like it explained, just let me know.* ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." [This message has been edited by Elizabeth (edited 09-04-99).] [This message has been edited by Elizabeth (edited 09-04-99).] |
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Denise
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Excellent poem, Elizabeth. Sure, I'd love for you to explain it! ------------------ Denise |
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Elizabeth
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Well, now where to start? *places foot in mouth*  I know some people that I used to get along with great. They are the ones I addressed in the poem. These people used to be so nice, and I can't think of them in that way anymore. They did something awful-I can't say too much about it-but it hurt a friend of mine very severely, and indirectly hurt me. These two hurt him more than they will ever know. I wish I could talk it out with them, but I know that is not the best idea. I had to get this out of me, so I wrote it out, and I know it is not the most clear, but maybe now it will be. Thank you for your reply, Denise. I hope this explanation helped. ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." |
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Denise
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Thanks for sharing, Elizabeth. I know that deep kind of pain also. If I ever get up the courage, perhaps I'll share a couple of my "heartbreakers". They are a departure from my usual writings. Thanks again! ------------------ Denise |
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Elizabeth
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I'd love to see them, Denise. ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." |
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Elizabeth
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Jeez, forget it-can't think of a thing to say... ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." [This message has been edited by Elizabeth (edited 09-06-99).] [This message has been edited by Elizabeth (edited 09-06-99).] |
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Denise
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Found it! ------------------ Denise |
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Elizabeth
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Surprise! Didn't expect to see this one back at the top. ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." "Something sweet, something sort of grandish, sweeps my soul when thou art near..." |
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